<![CDATA[B. R. Potter: The Vault ]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/s/the-vaulthttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!z1Tb!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fac956281-a7c4-4f86-b1c7-182fce72198f_718x718.jpegB. R. Potter: The Vault https://www.brpotterhorror.com/s/the-vaultSubstackSun, 05 Apr 2026 17:37:29 GMT<![CDATA[Raking]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/rakinghttps://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/rakingTue, 24 Mar 2026 09:25:09 GMTThe iron carding combs were heavy, their teeth cold against his spine before the first painful pull. With pulsing splatter like treading through thick mud, the executioner raked the metal downward, peeling away long, tattered ribbons of muscle and flesh. He watched his own body unravel, the white of his ribs and the quivering length of his spine exposed to the biting winter air. Each pass of the comb dug deeper, shredding the red fibers of his being until he was a quaking, skinless ruin. He remained conscious, watching the floor turn into a slick sea of his own fluids.

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]]><![CDATA[Packing]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/packinghttps://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/packingMon, 23 Mar 2026 02:32:15 GMT"We must go." Henry muttered as he rolled a washcloth into a tight burrito. There were nine burritos in all before he began to put them away. It was a trick he learned in order to save space when packing. He managed to stuff, shove, and wiggle all of the washcloths into place. He stood back from the bag and said, "Okay Julie, I think the bleeding has stopped." He checked her throat to make sure none of the washcloths stretched out her windpipe. Satisfied with his work, he closed his wife's mouth and placed sunglasses over her dead eyes.

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]]><![CDATA[Banquet]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/banquethttps://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/banquetThu, 12 Mar 2026 11:03:27 GMTThe lush ballroom glowed with crystal chandeliers, a lavish stage for the evening’s gluttony. At the signal, the towering, creatures rose, their talons rattling the bars of gilded cages that lined the walls. Each plucked a screaming human from the huddle, dragging them to the banquet table with effortless, cruel grace. Without a word of prayer, they buried their beaks into soft chests, snapped sternums like dry twigs, and lapped up warm blood before it turned bitterly cold. They feasted on steaming, pulsating hearts while their prizes were still alive, discarding the hollow shells like unwanted rinds to demand another.

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]]><![CDATA[Blinded]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/blindedhttps://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/blindedMon, 09 Mar 2026 01:23:43 GMTHe sprinted naked through the frozen streets, his mind fractured and lost where only a Great Salmon could carry him to the celestial gates. When he collapsed before the marble gaze of the Virgin Mary, the silence of the stone felt like a divine command. He plunged his fingers into his orbital sockets, the sharp snap of the optic nerves echoing in the quiet air. With a frantic, tearing heave, he liberated the jelly of his sight, leaving hollow, dark pits that wept onto the pavement. “I feel much better now,” he whispered, finally ready to fly into the light.

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]]><![CDATA[WARNING:]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/warninghttps://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/warningTue, 10 Feb 2026 04:17:37 GMTYou are now entering the jurisdiction of B.R. Potter. The images found within the Vault were not written; they were exhumed. Within these walls, innocence is a currency spent in blood, and happy endings are forbidden. If you are looking for comfort, turn back. If you are looking for mercy, seek it elsewhere. Once you cross this threshold, the shadows will come after you and shatter your mind. You have been warned: some nightmares don’t end when you wake up they rage on. Enter at your own risk... if you think your soul can afford the toll.

]]><![CDATA[Welcome to the Vault ]]>https://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/welcome-to-the-vaulthttps://www.brpotterhorror.com/p/welcome-to-the-vaultMon, 09 Feb 2026 06:19:51 GMTYou’ve found the iron door, but are you truly prepared for what’s chained behind it? The Vault is now open, housing the rawest, darkest, and most visceral nightmares from the mind of B.R. Potter—content too haunting for the light of day. Step inside, if you dare, and witness the true birth of horror.

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